Spring rain

In the spring of this year, the spring rains one after another came quite timely, but the feeling that gave me was not happy, not warm, not to mention the feeling that the spring rain was as expensive as oil. The trickle spring rain is like sobbing and complaining, tangling my heart, like falling into the abyss, adding a lot of troubles, missing and pain. In this spring, my parents, parents and loved ones had physical problems one after another, which made me worried about him and rushed to cure him every day, making my body and mind feel tired. But what worries me most is my father’s body. Originally, my father’s body was very tough, and he had never taken medicine for injection in his whole life, but after the Spring Festival this year, my father’s body became thinner and thinner, my physical strength is obviously not as good as before. It is because of this that I am more worried about my father. When thinking of the reunion of the family during the Spring Festival, my father still drank with us, telling us some big reasons, and then looking at my father’s increasingly dispirited spirit and more and more confused thinking, I often feel sad secretly. The thing I worried about still happened. Just over a month, my father could no longer take care of himself. My physical fitness declined so fast that I couldn’t imagine it. Dad was not sick. He didn’t feel any pain or discomfort. He wanted to take him to the hospital for examination. He said he wouldn’t go anything. He also said he was not sick. He really had no choice, I had to invite a doctor from the county hospital to come home to have a look. After seeing it, the doctor also said that my father was not sick. It was the result of the failure of all kinds of muscles in his body when he was old, is it true that 88-year-old dad can’t do it? My father’s life was very short. In just one week, I only took two shifts to accompany him 24 hours a day. My father left us and the world that made him miss, he left the relatives he missed. My father really passed away, but I always felt that my father didn’t leave, and my father’s voice, face and smile were always emerging in my mind. Dad is a kind and strict father. Father’s kindness to his children is shown in his desperate sacrifice and dedication spirit. At first, there was a sister above me, but when she was 20 years old, she suddenly got seriously ill. In order to cure her, dad took her to the famous hospitals in the county and province alone. Sister a disease is 4 years, this 4 years, Sister almost all spent in the hospital, when we were kids, go to school and mother can only at home and take care of us several brothers and sisters, my father insisted on accompanying my sister day and night in the hospital. There was no need to say about his hard work. When the provincial hospital finally diagnosed her sister’s illness, many people persuaded dad to give up the treatment for her sister, but Dad said nothing. Dad always said that there would be no regret only after trying hard. I saw my father crying secretly in the corridor of the hospital several times, which was my concern and love for my sister. At that time, our family was a family of eight. Our father was the only labor force in the family. At that time, my father didn’t delay his work all the year round, and he couldn’t sell all his family’s ration home, sister sick after, 4 years home income alone mom with we use holiday side line, make some trivial money children, maintain our to school-to-day expenses, the ration can only rely on the returned grain, The famine is coming. In spite of this, my father still desperately sought medical treatment for my sister. Sister last days, stool product persistent time long, can’t self-care, dad put on rubber gloves, finger stick on soapy water, 1.1 point to sister cleaning, that care and patience, let us feel the greatness of father’s love for it. In the early 60’s of the last century, during the three years of natural disasters, every family lived by eating potherb and bark, only a few Jin of food in a month. For the sake of our children, father and mother would rather be hungry by themselves, we also need to save a mouthful of food and try our best to give the insignificant food to our children. They only rely on potherb, bark and weeds to live their lives, but also have to bear heavy labor, it was under their care that we went through that difficult period safely. We brothers have never heard dad praise us publicly since we were young. Dad always treats us with a stern face, which makes us fear dad from childhood. At that time, our family was very poor. In order to live, we couldn’t play freely after school or on holidays like other children, As long as we have time, Dad always assigns us tasks. After school in winter, everyone has to pick up a handful of firewood. At that time, it was different from now on. Firewood was used by every family to burn fire, and the ground was already bare. Where could we easily find firewood? Sometimes we had to walk far away, it took several hours to pick up a broken firewood. When we came home, Dad had to test our Labor achievements, and every time we got the evaluation, it was dad’s dissatisfaction, it is not because we have found less firewood, but because we cannot help burning the firewood we have found. In summer, after school, dad asked us to dig wild vegetables to feed pigs, which made us think we dug less every time. In winter vacation and summer vacation, it was even the hardest time for us. There were four brothers, and they played straw ropes one by one. Dad gave us the number of tasks every day. In order to complete the tasks, we had to work from early to dark, sometimes after a vacation, we are all tired to take off our appearance. At that time, I was afraid of my father, and I didn’t dare to say any complaints in my heart. But now I think about it, it was just the strict requirements that my father made on us at that time that cultivated our spirit of hard work today, It has become the capital of our whole life. Although my father was very strict with us, he placed great hope on us. No matter how difficult the family was, he wouldn’t let us drop out of school and always encouraged us to finish the final study, when we read it, it will be available to us. Dad is a very respected person in the village. People respect dad as a hardworking and thrifty master. From the time I could remember, I felt that my father never stopped and kept working all the time. Outside the house, everything was carried on his shoulder alone, I didn’t hear dad say a word of bitterness and tiredness. He is a very strong person. It was because of my father’s hard work that our family of many people lived in the village, which made many people envy. Not only did it not drag down the country, relatives and friends, but also made life self-sufficient. People respect dad, but also because dad is a reasonable person. Although my father didn’t read many books, I always felt that my father’s knowledge couldn’t catch up with him. Just saying that my father wrote good words, I couldn’t catch up with my father’s level after years of hard work. Therefore, I was not less criticized by my father. When I was young, I admired most every New Year. Many neighbors around the village came to dad with red paper to write couplets, seeing and hearing their praises to dad, I am also very proud of my young heart, feeling that there is such a special brilliance on my father’s face. My father knew many allusions, laws and morals and so on. Until many years after I took part in the work, I had to consult my father about some things. Every time when my family got together, dad also often tells us some principles of doing things, which has benefited us a lot. People in the village often discuss with my father about something big or small, which gives me the feeling that my father has never done a muddle-headed thing in his life. Dad is also a person who loves cleanness. As a farmer, no matter how busy and hard he works every day, he will never forget his cleanness. Dad washed his hair every day since he was young. The towel was always clean and bright, leaving the fragrance of soap. This habit of dad has a deep influence on me, and I have always inherited this habit of dad. In fact, what made the villagers praise and envy most was that Dad worked fast, well-behaved and clean. When it comes to these things, people will give examples of villagers wiping houses in the past. In the past, there were mud houses in the village. Every year, people would wipe mud on their own houses. Many people would spray their mud ideas when throwing mud on the wall, while when dad was doing this work, he sometimes wore a white sweater. After a work, there was no mud on his body, which became a good story for villagers to talk about after dinner. My father treats people sincerely and is hospitable and good at making friends. What impressed me most was that when I was very young, there were always some old customers selling local products from North Town. My father always gave these customers a lot of convenience and made room for them impatiently, give up Kang and let these guests exchange local products in the village. In the long run, dad will make friends with these guests, and constantly expand the circle of friends and often contact with them. People in the village also knew that Dad was hospitable. At that time, friends often got together, unlike now. At that time, as long as they were friends, everyone would take the initiative to help each other and never make conditions. Maybe it was my father’s character that influenced me and made me have so many good friends in my life. My father left me, which made my heart sad. My father’s past events made it difficult for me to count them one by one. What made me sad most was that, dad asked us, who were children, to pay and show filial piety to him too little. He never worked for children. Even when he was old, his children were not around, and he even didn’t come home for a long time. Dad never blamed us. Instead, he understood us more. Dad always said, everyone has a life to live, we are very good, don’t miss us, come home to see if you have time, don’t come if you don’t have time. Even under the condition that dad’s health was getting worse and worse, he didn’t let us run home. What he thought about was us, but he didn’t let us think about him. Now, let me truly feel the painful feeling that the seed wants to be filial but cannot be treated. Dad, your spirit will last forever, Heaven flowers bloom, pray for my father, spring rain is like crying, see my father off. Dad, my son shouted long, you are in my heart forever! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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